He lowers his head until his lips are so close to mine that they’re grazing my mouth. “No. I’m rewarding you for being confident and awesome. I’m going to tease you and make you come. Then when you’re shaking from head to toe, I’m going to fuck you silly.”
Heat sears through me. My body’s already ready for whatever he has in mind. But—
“What if people see?” I keep my voice low, like I’m afraid somebody might overhear us. It feels really illicit.
“Nobody’s going to notice anything. Everyone’s too busy watching the opera.”
“But there are lots of people with opera glasses. What if they decide to watchus?”
“Then they’ll get an eyeful of how I pleasure my woman.”
My mouth dries. He’s looking at me. If I tell him no, he won’t push. My head says I should be scandalized and ask him to wait until we’re alone. But…
The lights over the audience section dim gradually until we’re plunged into darkness. Josh and I maintain eye contact in the shadowy booth. The crowd claps, then quiets down. I can barely make out his outline. The vibration between my legs feels too good, and my breathing shallows.
We’re up fairly high, and the chances of somebody looking up in our direction when the stage is below us is miniscule. Besides, the balcony won’t let people see what we’re doing below chest height anyway.
The vibrator pulses harder. I don’t want to wait hours to have this man, whose eyes burn with a hunger that sends hot shivers down my back and makes my toes curl. I want the rewardnow—and to feel him moving inside me as the orchestra and singers fill the auditorium with music.
I grasp the back of his neck, then slowly move my hand up, tunneling my fingers into his hair. His breathing roughens. I run my other hand down his chest…to his perfect abs, hidden underneath the tuxedo. The vibrator works more vigorously. Electric shocks streak through me, and my clit throbs, my flesh growing drenched.
I flick my tongue over his mouth. He parts it, and I slip inside. His fingers flex against the small of my back. The pulsation between my legs heats my blood, but he’s deliberately holding back, teasing me, trying to draw the moment out.
I pull his tongue into my mouth and suck it. My hand travels lower until I can palm his throbbing cock through the clothes. He groans—a sound only I can hear over the high notes from the soprano. The knowledge makes me feel naughty and superior at the same time.
He slips his large, calloused hand underneath my dress, running it over my skin. Everywhere he touches tingles. If my body could talk, it’d sigh and whimper, begging for more. The emptiness between my thighs aches badly. I shift, straddling his thick, hard thigh, and grind against it, while I busy myself with discreetly freeing his cock.
Instead of helping, he rolls his forefinger over the wheel on the remote control, until stronger shock waves pulse through me. I sigh with bliss, then shiver when he strokes his thumb along the crease of my crotch, making me lose focus for a moment. I fumble until I pull out his cock through the open fly. It’s hot, precum slippery along the shaft. I grip it, then swipe my thumb over the cockhead.
He bites his lip, but I can still hear the low groan. It rumbles in his chest, pressed against me. My nipples bead in the bra. I whimper, and he slips his finger between the slit on the bottom of the vibrating underwear and teases the opening of my pussy.
“Yes,” I hiss, then pump him hard.
He half laughs, half groans softly. “Patience.” He doesn’t push his fingers all the way. Maybe only an inch or two. It drives me crazy, and my inner muscles tighten, trying to keep him from retreating.
“Please. You said you wanted to reward me. So reward me. Make me come.”
He shudders, then pushes two thick fingers into me until they bump against my G-spot. I swear I see stars, but then the vibrator suddenly buzzes at the maximum level.
I crash my mouth against his to contain a scream. He cradles the back of my skull, kissing me and shoving his tongue into me like he’s fucking me with it. I grind against him shamelessly. His fingers invade again, then spread inside me, stretching and readying me for his size. Even though we’ve been sleeping together for a while, I can’t seem to get used to his girth.
He pulls his hand out and licks the juices off. “Tasty.” He puts one of the pairs of opera glasses around my neck and dips his head until his breath feathers my ear. “Now, take some pillows and kneel on them. Then lean over until you can brace a hand against the balcony rail and hold the glasses like you’re enjoying the show.”
My heart pounds. “Seriously? But…won’t that make it…too obvious?”
“That depends on you.”
I should say no, but the delicious heat is still coursing through me, and the vibrator, whose intensity Josh lowered, continues to pulse hard against my clit. Not only that, I feel too empty. I want his cock stretching and filling meright now.
Wordlessly, I do as he says. Then I realize I’m positioned so that it looks like I’m leaning over with excitement from my seat.
Well, I’m certainly excited. Hot wetness trickles down my inner thighs, and the vibration is killing me.
“Spread your legs.”
I part them.
“A little more. Come on. Show me how much you want to be rewarded.”
